Frustration
turns to a desire
to say
fuck it
and walk away
but I look back
and pause
think again
reconsider
and realize
it’s not as bad
as it feels…
at least
not yet.
poetry
Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
Where…
do they come from?
The ugly feelings
the disproportionate
internal reactions
awaken and stir.
They hear derision
and soak it in
take it deep
weld it into spears
sharp and deadly
to pierce the soul.
How do the words
of one stranger
manage to outweigh
the many
that know you better?





